Logan stood still, watching the golden light in his hand slowly fade away.
Each flicker meant another fallen soldier was completely erased from existence.
"Eighty thousand soul fragments... was it worth it for this victory?" Logan said quietly, as if asking himself, or the battlefield.
No one answered. Only the sunset painted the clouds red, like blood.
Above Saint Heart City.
The atmosphere, which had just relaxed a little after the victory, suddenly turned heavy again.
As soon as Logan's feet touched the ground, he hadn't even had a chance to check on the generals, a terrifying pressure far beyond the peak of 35-star Legend level crashed down from the sky above.
Logan knew clearly — this power was nothing like the previous fake projections. This time, it was the real Shadow Body.
She had broken through countless seals and dimensional walls, and had finally sent a real body projection into this world.
